[ At the first sound of the tent flap opening, Sabine flicks a look that way without actually raising her head, still and poised, and then relaxing just a little when it works out to be Alistair. It'd probably have been more trouble than it was worth if it had been someone else. She staightens up a little as he steps inside, but doesn't concede the prime spot at the table just yet.
Her fingers fan out, the tips at the edges of faded parchment. The food gets a sideways glance. ]
I like blue, [ she says, ] but I would make a shit Warden. Marching orders. Camping. [ She gestures at the scrolls in front of her. ] Reading maps.
action.
Her fingers fan out, the tips at the edges of faded parchment. The food gets a sideways glance. ]
I like blue, [ she says, ] but I would make a shit Warden. Marching orders. Camping. [ She gestures at the scrolls in front of her. ] Reading maps.